Felix looked swoon-worthy. He wore a classic black tuxedo with a green bowtie. Anyone else with the same outfit would’ve looked like a waiter. Gabby looked like a Victoria’s Secret Angel on the way to meet the queen. She wore a silver gown that had a slit up to her knee. Classy but edgy. Rica was so Rica. She could’ve passed as an extra member of her favorite rock band. The mix of eye shadow and eyeliner on her was stunning.
“So where is this mysterious place that you made us all dress up for?” Felix asked.
“Senior ball,” I said.
“But that’s so…normal,” Gabby said.
“A dance? We’re going to a school dance?!” Rica said.
“Wait. Which senior ball are we going to? All of ours are not for another two weeks,” Felix said.
“There are three different schools that have their ball tonight. We’re
